Adoration

Who does not feel desire unending

To solace through his daily strife,

With some mysterious Mental Blending,

The hungry loneliness of life?

Until, by sudden passion shaken,

As terriers shake a rat at play,

He finds, all blindly, he has taken

The old, Hereditary way.

Yet, in the moment of communion,

The very heart of passion’s fire,

His spirit spurns the mortal union,

“Not this, not this, the Soul’s desire!”

* * * *

Oh You, by whom my life is riven,

And reft away from my control,

Take back the hours of passion given!

Love me one moment from your soul.

Although I once, in ardent fashion,

Implored you long to give me this;

(In hopes to stem, or stifle, passion)

Your hair to touch, your lips to kiss

Now that your gracious self has granted

The loveliness you hold as naught,

I find, alas! not that I wanted–

Possession has not stifled Thought.

Desire its aim has only shifted,–

Built hopes upon another plan,

And I in love for you have drifted

Beyond all passion known to man.

Beyond all dreams of soft caresses

The solacing of any kiss,–

Beyond the fragrance of your tresses

(Once I had sold my soul for this!)

But now I crave no mortal union

(Thanks for that sweetness in the past);

I need some subtle, strange communion,

Some sense that _I_ join _you_, at last.

Long past the pulse and pain of passion,

Long left the limits of all love,–

I crave some nearer, fuller fashion,

Some unknown way, beyond, above,–

Some infinitely inner fusion,

As Wave with Water; Flame with Fire,–

Let me dream once the dear delusion

That I am You, Oh, Heart’s Desire!

Your kindness lent to my caresses

That beauty you so lightly prize,–

The midnight of your sable tresses,

The twilight of your shadowed eyes.

Ah, for that gift all thanks are given!

Yet, Oh, adored, beyond control,

Count all the passionate past forgiven

And love me once, once, from your soul.

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• Sonnet 48: How careful was I, when I took my way by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 47: Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 46: Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 45: The other two, slight air and purging fire by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 44: If the dull substance of my flesh were thought by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 43: When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 42: That thou hast her, it is not all my grief by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 41: Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 40: Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 3: Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 39: O, how thy worth with manners may I sing by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 38: How can my Muse want subject to invent by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 37: As a decrepit father takes delight by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 36: Let me confess that we two must be twain by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 35: No more be grieved at that which thou hast done by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 34: Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 33: Full many a glorious morning have I seen by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 74: But be contented when that fell arrest by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 73: That time of year thou mayst in me behold by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare
• Sonnet 72: O, lest the world should task you to recite by William Shakespeare by William Shakespeare

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